The sudden, shocking turn of events caused all those from Chaldea’s complexion to change dramatically, their voices filled with panic and terror that had been absent before.
Especially Da Vinci, who was closest to Fujimaru Ritsuka, had turned deathly pale as she had failed to react in time to protect him.
Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed to feel the pain only now, letting out a groan.
And behind him, a hand had pierced through his body, with a wolf-man’s palm protruding from Fujimaru’s chest, emitting a low chuckle.
"How can you relax your guard just because the battle is over? You can’t be a Master who saves humanity , can you?"
As he said this, the wolf-man, in view of everyone present, withdrew his hand that had been stabbed into Fujimaru Ritsuka’s body, bringing with it a spray of blood.
Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately fell to the ground, painting the ground beneath him red with his blood while his breath gradually faded away like Bawan Xi had done.
This scene deeply shocked everyone from Chaldea and sparked an explosion of emotion within them.
"Ah... ahhhhhhhh...!"
Matthew, her body glowing with a faint light, had lost the innocent and pure look she had before, and, as if triggered, began screaming tearfully and charged at the wolf-man.
Da Vinci also shouted loudly, tears streaming down her face as she tossed her backpack from her shoulders.
The backpack transformed in mid-air, extending several mechanical arms, with loud whooshing sounds, hurtling towards Beryl.
Tristan, though he did not speak, opened his closed eyes, which held a cold fierceness. He plucked his harp, releasing countless invisible attacks that wove into an overwhelming net engulfing Beryl.
For a moment, Matthew’s shield, Da Vinci’s mechanical arms, and Tristan’s harp strings hit Beryl’s location simultaneously, causing an explosion that sent a ferocious shockwave surging outwards.
Dust billowed into the air, enveloping Beryl’s position, but it could not completely cover the cracked ground that crumbled and collapsed under the force of the devastating attack.
After the strike was complete, the group did not linger on Beryl but rushed to Fujimaru Ritsuka’s side.
"Fujimaru! Fujimaru!"
Da Vinci cradled Fujimaru Ritsuka, calling his name over and over.
Matthew, too, discarded her shield and knelt before Fujimaru Ritsuka, incessantly calling out to him.
As for Tristan, he had already placed his hand on Fujimaru Ritsuka’s neck.
A moment later, Tristan, with a heavy expression, shook his head and spoke.
"He has lost all signs of life."
No one misunderstood what that meant.
"Chaldea’s Master... died...?"
Altoria, who had hurried over, stood frozen in place.
"...you’re kidding, right?"
Even Alberon, hiding in the shadows, was stunned, unable to believe what he was witnessing.
The Master of Chaldea was dead?
The Master of Chaldea, who had repaired numerous singularities and saved humanity time and again, who had eliminated five Foreign Legends, was just... dead?
What about the prophecy of the Mirror Clan?
What about the Foreign Magician who was meant to assist the prophesied child?
What about the pan-human history that was facing threats and slowly crumbling?
What about the Fairy Country, Britain... what was to be done about it?
These were the thoughts that flashed through Alberon’s mind, leaving his own head feeling somewhat blank.
A voice sounded from behind those gathered around Fujimaru Ritsuka’s body.
Altoria, recognizing the person speaking, was obviously taken aback.
Matthew, Da Vinci, and Tristan, as well as the others, were also startled by Reiger’s sudden voice and involuntarily looked up at him.
Reiger walked up behind them, his brow deeply furrowed, yet unlike the others, he wasn’t losing his composure.
He passed Altoria and Matthew to kneel on one knee before Fujimaru Ritsuka and immediately extended a hand, pressing it onto Fujimaru’s body.
Without any hesitation, Reiger activated the highest level of Resurrection Magic.
In an instant, a brilliant, dazzling light burst forth from Fujimaru Ritsuka’s body, turning into particles of light that fused into him.
Under the integration of the light particles, the grotesque wound in Fujimaru Ritsuka’s chest suddenly began to twitch, healing at a rate visible to the naked eye.
When the healing was complete, the breath that had been lost from Fujimaru Ritsuka’s body also began to reappear gradually.
At a certain moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka coughed violently, expelling a mouthful of blood.
However, to everyone’s surprise and joy, this was a welcome sight.
Da Vinci and Matthew both voiced their joyous disbelief.
"He really came back to life?"
Tristan, too, reopened his eyes in shock, even widening them in amazement.
"Magic... that resurrects?"
Altoria was struck dumb once again.
But this time, it was in sheer astonishment.
Of course, she wasn’t the only one amazed.
"Hey, hey, hey! You can’t be serious?"
An incredulous voice came from another direction.
"Is resurrection even possible with magic? I’ve never heard of such a thing!"
On hearing this voice, Reiger and Altoria set that aside, and those present all showed anger once again.